very real perspective on being a dad with custody issues,using words to imprint my thoughts and ideals,because I can't paint..

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Tears in the rain

There’s something said about a house divided.
Blind and deaf my voice finds no tone
My words are feeble my heart is faint
Unwittingly divided
I know the words I cannot speak
A current of force flowing back over itself
Ouroboros
An insatiable appetite feasting upon
The endless hurricane
Of a house divided